My World of Memories

A poem written for my English class, I did not want to see it go to waste.

Days gone by and memories bygone,

Each morning seeing a different dawn,

One eye in front and one looking back,

Each evening traveling on some different track.

 

A brisk breeze I’ve felt on my cheek,

Tender gusts to please the meek,

Shallow tides amidst the rocks

All pictures stored in some forgotten box.

 

Years pass by, new takes the old,

Memories reduced to stories told,

Comprehension, retention, facts to replace,

Time goes on, at a faster pace.

 

Our past helps determine our future,

Wise it is, to fasten the suture,

It is true, you soon may find,

Those that forget, are truly blind.

 

Why, I ask, why do we forget?

Life is not some devil’s bet.

We live for what we see

But memories fade, memories flee.

Author's Note

I would love some constructive criticism!

Reviews

[Bee C.]

This is remarkably well written! A solid structure, well paced, your rhymes don't feel forced... This is all honestly very, very good. This poem is enthralling. Apologies if this comes across too strong, but as an avid reader (and writer) I'm inclined to point out when somebody has potential. I've skimmed through your other pieces just now, and I honestly think you do. You already have more skill than a fair number of others I've seen. Keep on writing!

[Brandon Lee]

Thank you for your kind words!

[kenny]

Nice poem sir. I wish i could learn a Lot from your works. I like your words

[aranciata]

I enjoyed this piece! I loved the rhymes you added, it flows naturally with the whole poem, and I love your theme of the story. "Life is not some devil's bet/We live for what we see/But memories fade, memories flee" those are some super powerful lines that we can all relate to. Great job! That repetition in the last line is a great concluding line, and I really enjoyed this. :)